Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Deep in the valley, the cave is dark and gloomy.

On the stone platform, Ye Chen sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, his breathing long and deep.

His body was surrounded by surging dark light, which immersed the entire cave in a deep, dark glow.

The light was cold and majestic, like the radiance peeled off from ancient divine iron, silently filling every inch of space.

Three inches below the navel lies the sea of ​​suffering.

The black ocean, once the size of a sesame seed, had now expanded to the size of a fist, with a deep, dark light seeping out from its edges, like the faintest star in the night sky, weak yet tenacious.

In the deepest part of the sea of ​​suffering, a divine light was being conceived, giving rise to twisted divine patterns.

Each of these divine runes was as fine as a hair, its entire body shimmering with a dark luster, slowly moving in the sea of ​​bitterness, like nineteen black dragons lurking in the deep sea.

They intertwined, tangled, and collided, emitting a silent roar.

Ye Chen's consciousness was submerged in the sea of ​​bitterness. He looked at the nineteen dragon-like patterns and frowned slightly.

He is trying to fuse these divine runes together and forge them into his own weapon.

A bell.

Ye Fan's vessel is a ding (a type of ancient Chinese cooking vessel), with three legs and two handles, round and heavy, symbolizing his Dao that encompasses all things and suppresses all heavens.

So, it's not unreasonable for him to charge an hour, right?

Zhongming Dingshi is originally one family!

Moreover, once a bell is placed there, no one can escape it, and a casual strike can produce a sound that reverberates for miles.

It combines offense and defense, exuding an aura of dominance.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, his consciousness transforming into an invisible hand that reached into the sea of ​​bitterness, grasped the nineteen swimming divine runes, and kneaded them together fiercely.

In an instant, the dark light intensified.

The divine runes trembled violently in his palm, emitting a deep hum, like the roar of an ancient beast awakening from its slumber.

The nineteen divine runes repel and conflict with each other, like nineteen hot-tempered strongmen crammed into the same room, none of them willing to submit to the others.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, his mind gripping the divine runes tightly in his palm, refusing to let go no matter how much they struggled, rammed, and tore at him.

The dark light grew stronger.

The sea of ​​bitterness began to boil, its black waves surging and crashing against its edge with a deafening roar.

The light was already faintly visible, revealing the shape of a bell: a rounded body, a slightly outward-flaring rim, and an unformed knob at the top.

Just one more step forward, just a little more pressure, and the bell will be fully formed.

however.

hum!

The ball of light suddenly trembled violently, as if something inside was struggling and resisting.

The bell, which had already begun to take shape, began to twist and deform. The bell mouth tilted, the bell knob collapsed, and the whole bell was like a piece of glass that had been softened by the heat. It lost its support under the high temperature and turned back into an irregular sphere.

Failed.

Ye Chen opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Failed again..."

He murmured softly, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Ye Chen looked down at the area three inches below his navel. The ball of light formed by the melting of nineteen divine runes in the Sea of ​​Bitterness was quietly floating there, like a red-hot lump of iron, shining brightly.

"The fact that we always fall short shows that what we lack is not strength, but a certain opportunity."

As for what the opportunity was, he couldn't say for sure.

Perhaps it was a sudden flash of inspiration, perhaps it was some kind of external stimulus, or perhaps... it was just that the time was not right.

Ye Chen shook his head, no longer dwelling on it.

He got up from the stone platform, stretched his limbs, and his joints made a slight cracking sound, like a tightly wound spring finally loosening.

His progress in the past ten days or so of cultivation has been much faster than he had expected.

The sea of ​​suffering expanded from a sesame seed to the size of a fist, and the nineteen divine runes were completed, bringing it to the level of the Life Spring Realm.

For cultivators on Earth, this speed would be considered astonishing.

"It's time to go through customs!"

Ye Chen patted the dust off his robes and looked out at the sky through the cave entrance.

The sky was already turning a pale white, and the morning light shone through the thin mist into the valley, gilding the meadow with a faint golden hue.

I've been away for over ten days now. Although I told my parents before I left that I was going to visit a female classmate.

But he hasn't shown up for so long, and hasn't even made a phone call. My mom must be nagging him.

"Perfect timing! Now that I'm a cultivator, there are some things... I should tell them!"

Ye Chen pictured his father wearing reading glasses and reading the newspaper, and his mother wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen.

Ye Fan's matter, the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin incident, and his own current situation.

These things can be kept secret for a while, but not forever.

Rather than letting them find out from others or suddenly discover their son's abnormality one day, it's better to take the initiative and confront them directly.

"I just don't know if they can accept it..."

Ye Chen stroked his chin, a slight smile playing on his lips. "It shouldn't be a big problem. After all, I've been a little abnormal since I was a child, they should have been mentally prepared."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The elderly couple raised two sons; one had been mentally unstable since childhood, and the other…

Ye Chen looked down at the dark light that had not yet completely dissipated around him, and the smile on his lips widened even further.

Okay, now it's even more abnormal!

He was about to step out of the cave when he suddenly remembered something.

During the ten-odd days he was in seclusion, he hardly checked the group chat and had no idea how Wanwan and Nalan Yanran were chatting.

With a thought, Ye Chen unfurled a deep blue light screen in his field of vision.

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The red notification dots were so numerous they almost completely filled the chat interface.

"What's going on?"

Ye Chen paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the group member list.

[Current group chat members: 4.]

四？

He clearly remembered that there were three when he last looked, so how did it suddenly become four?

Ye Chen's gaze fell on the new profile picture.

A silhouette of a woman in ancient costume, with exquisite features and a cool temperament, with a line of small text below her head: Lin Daiyu.

Ye Chen's lips twitched slightly.

Good guy.

Another one.

He took a deep breath and opened the chat group.

Just then, a crisp notification sound rang in my mind, and large golden characters slowly appeared in the center of the light screen.

[A new member, "Lin Daiyu," has been detected joining the group chat!]

[Congratulations on acquiring the Golden Talent: Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart!]

In the past, Bi Gan had his heart cut out; his loyalty and righteousness moved Heaven. His seven orifices were exquisite, and he could see through the netherworld.

A remarkable person has been born, whose mind is as clear as a mirror, reflecting all spirits.

All the thoughts and voices of all living beings can be heard, observed, and understood.

The human heart is like the sea, unfathomable. If you navigate it with this heart, there will be no ripples, but all the hidden reefs will be revealed.

But remember this: knowing people's hearts is easy, but guiding them is difficult. Listen carefully to their words and actions, and you will achieve lasting success!

The golden characters slowly dissipated, and a mysterious torrent of information surged into the depths of Ye Chen's consciousness, imprinting all the essence of this new talent into his soul.

A mind with seven orifices, exquisite and ingenious.

Listen to your inner voice.